Astrian couldn't see out of one eye, two of her lungs seemed to have stopped functioning, she couldn't move her wings, but she could hear thoughts. She yelled angrily, taking the last energy she had to use, the stuff keeping her brain functioning and her lungs breathing, and pushed it into an explosive spell.
The light faded before she could see if it hit Janus as he stepped from a corridor and grabbed Trei.
She felt like she was falling. It was a familiar feeling.
She'd felt it over so many lifetimes.
She was dying. She'd burned out her lifeforce trying to drag Trei back, and had already been on the verge of death. Now she'd spent her last to try and keep a hold of him. To try and stop the one Fae she'd wished had never been born.
Her soul tumbled through the void, slowly fading as it struck the lifestream, rejoining the flow of magic. This was the rejuvenation process. When her memories were stripped away, and her soul was purified and restored. The moment before rebirth.
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Summer Garden
FantasyTrei died. He got roasted by a mage, for trying to be a hero. Things aren't so bad. At least he didn't stay dead. Summer's life was always difficult. Her world was on the verge of war, a politician threatening to take her crown. Resurrecting Trei wa...
